The mist that follows this cold winter morning. The sun rises but my soul isn't dawning. Broken and destroyed my heart cannot jump for joy. I toy with my emotions, I embrace my pain, her beauty is my my antidote to these wounds to self sustain. I gain from the knowledge of the past. A shattered hope, and fake smile of a mask. The task is very the burdens surreal, I know the devil is making me a happiness deal. I squeal with my sorrows and the brokeness and pain. Tis what leaves me deranged, cluthing my fear, holding back my tears. All but in vain, the mode of life is effectively growing, this love for her is slowly growing. Her memories linger in my mind so fresh. This wasn't anything but a test. She was the only person that mattered, now the pieces of my broken heart are scattered. So I pick them up with utmost grief, and I hold them together with sheer belief. Love has always been my curse, coz when she leaves me every time I only have my broken heart to nurse.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
